i had forgotten how it feels to be exposed, to wear my heart on my sleeve.
tonight at our lovely mackles birthday party, i read a poem/lyric i wrote.
it's one of those pieces of writing you feel really attached to, as if it were an extension of yourself.
i was really nervous. & it's not that i care if any of the mackles judge my writing; i know i'm not meant to be a poet. i just felt very vulnerable, i was even shaking. i don't think anyone noticed, but i was certainly highly aware of myself.
i guess i've just gotten used to not "endangering" (or showing?) the way i feel.
oh well, it was alright.
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